Luyện nghe bài hát Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix

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[Project
Man, why these niggas always hatin' on Hynotize and Money?
Man, fuck niggas!

What's up wodie? It's these gold girll and platinum-mouth boys
These big time Hot Boy$, 3-6 boys,
wit the self made millionaire Cash boys

You fucked with the wrong nigga
Must they that I ride and I shoot quicker
Should have known not to upset this lil
You got a click so what nigga my click
A bunch of real that'll burn ya
With no catch ya slippin then jam ya up
Slangin' weight ain't no for me
Play by the
Or I'll kill yo' family
what I do
Bust ya chest wide
And ya fade nigga
And them all
Moves the 'K nigga
Turk don't play, when it's time to get
Think I'm a hoe keep it that way and stay

Niggas be one love but wearin black gloves
Some niggas 26 and 28 live in they mom house askin' for play
Them niggas shouldn't be respected, they
Instead of hittin' blocks with and touchin' niggas money spot
And breakin' bread with the woman who put em in spot
These niggas trick they hoes
And play with they
Instead of totin' fo' fo's and fuckin' kilos
Nigga I done more cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes
And bought more rims than done fucked they main hoe in they assholes
3-6 told me to roll and
But fuck that
I'm tryin' to and mack
And deal with Universal shoulda showed that
But is where its at
Playboy you tell me how you luv that?
Won't you tell me how you luv

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We be on some twanky
Playa hatas get found stanky
Trickin fat blunts of that danky
Big rangs on our panky panky

Fuck with 3-6 Mafia gon' make me
Fuck with CMR gon' me some more millions
I can see it, I'm a 'em
And build me and
And put some money to the side for my mom and my
Ridin' with my nigga Rambezee, to the
Drinkin' for my Babyzee and B.G.eezy
off
Tinted windows on my candy cut dawg
It's a classy fuck yall

J]
I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the fullest
We ain't the kind to a gun when there ain't no bullets
And when that drama the strap we expect to pull it
You see a nigga holdin gauge and you he would have
Rolled by yo' mama and put her in a coma
niggas gone on that Hennessey and marijuana
And now we back up in the hood on a burner
In that game slangin' to you blood donors
on, coward

[Lil
They me quick draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne
Champagne took my brain I don't think I aim
Drop on a Z-3
Start like 3 burners
How them try me
Never know me block
Better watch for lil in black
Nigga get
Bout to my glock 40 click clack
Brrr it
yo Life
It
Playin' the realest
Pop fire like a
Now nigga the dilly
influenced on Cristal
I'm you to clear the set because it gets wild
I be disguised as a mailman with a
Then deliver him 50 shots and his child

[DJ
bitch I dare ya
I double ya step against this pot belly
Bitches they try to step to the ruler but ain't ready
Weak ass them cowards try to moves but I knock 'em out
2nd ones step yall need more help 2 in his mouth
Face it when this shits fucked up you gotta deal it
This is my game, live with it or get with it
These are my
This is my board I let you off
And how you gon' have ice when I cut your fuckin' off

[Project
It's the project nigga roll back I own them
Kickin' game with the Hot and 3-6
B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil
Memphis, Uptown, and we havin' thangs
AIn't no when ya come real ya gotta shine
I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't takin'
We in our prime puttin' in players never rush it
of gin, fucking hoes, like I'm mad russian
A discussion amongst men means a move
Is to be made for a come-up fool
that iron when you get in my business
Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise

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